#bloominghands

Nico Robin from One Piece

“Thanks for bringing me back!”

[♡ For my kiss inbox call ] | Laying Low verse - Sheets slide down from bare plush chest as the woman rolls onto her side at the movement that had woken her from her slumber. Long raven locks fall over her shoulder as she blinks at the figure sitting up on the other side of the bed. Languid stretch is given before she reaches out and deftly snatches his hand from where it rested at his side. Lips are pressed to his inner wrist before she lets him go once more. "So soon? You could at least say goodbye." She hums sleepily though there's no real annoyance in her tone, this was just the way things went after all. Easier for both of them this way. A quick stress relief between strangers.Rolling onto her stomach, sheets pool around round hips as she rests her cheek back against the pillow, watching him with hooded golden eyes. "And send me a postcard from wherever you're going." Not that she had an address.

After she let go of his hand, Rick bent over to snag his pants off the floor, the ones tailored for degenerates with taste. No underwear, obviously. What kind of amateur adds a second layer when you’ve already got microfibre mesh and a half dozen biomech ports running through your hips? Despite all those sleek, surgical upgrades pulsing under his skin, Rick could still feel it… that spark. A soft, tender aftershock buzzing across his nervous system from the kiss his companion for the night connected to his wrist.

He didn’t smile, though the sensation was pleasant.

“What for?” A scoff, and the pants were pulled up without being zipped or buttoned, leaving his pubes to match the colour of his hair exposed. Light blue. “It’s not like we’ll be seeing each other again.” Goodbyes were sentimental nonsense Rick Prime could live without. A waste of breath unless you meant to make a habit of the place— and Rick didn’t do habits. He did exits. Fast ones. Clean. “Don’t get me wrong, you were stellar, babe. Like… five stars, would fuck again if I gave enough of a shit to loop back. But I’m a busy guy.” Universes to dismantle, stars to collide… All the usual stuff.

And yet, despite his words, Rick took a moment to bask in the sight. The woman was nothing short of a vision. Still had him hooked on recollections of the act: her legs fastened around his waist, the rolls of her back pressed hard against the synthwood paneling, pussy spasming around his cock with every savage thrust.

It was a night worthy of letting the woman live afterwards.

Still wearing his pants only, and barely, Rick fished himself a crumpled pack of Benson & Hedges from the side table. Trash-tier smokes, really, the kind you only touch when your synaptic gel’s low and you’ve already vaped through your emergency hallucinogens. He cradled one between his lips and held the pack out to her.

"Hello to you, too. Most run from me. And yet you do not. Curious."

Two of the larger sets of arms extend outwards, cautiously, as if to wrap around her. As if to... test her. But so far, she seems unbothered and unmoved.

"Are you a threat, or are you a friend?"

( !! 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 : explicit · nsft !! ) 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 : 𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔢𝔩 prompt from : '𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕪' 𝕘𝕚𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤 🌶️(chosen gif)

She was a magnificent creature, lying on her side amidst black silk sheets; a goddess carved from warm earth, with thighs that could crush a lesser man. 

Raphael settled in behind her, infernal heat against sun-kissed skin. Clawed hands splayed across the curve of her hip, claiming the territory as his own.

Something the world would kill for, and yet she gives it to me so sweetly.

He pushed into her, slow at first. Warm cunt enveloped him, tight and welcoming, and a low rumble of pure satisfaction vibrated from his chest. This was the truest pleasure: not the act iself, but the taming of it. A wild creature taming. She had been a delicious challenge—like trying to get a cat into a bath, a prize that made the long, patient hunt all the more. . . worthwhile. He was a patient, centuries-old man, after all.

He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear

 “You are simpler than you think. All this bravado, and still, you answer to this. To me. Tell me, was the itch so unbearable you had to come crawling to a devil to scratch it?”

As if to punctuate the mocking thought, his spade-tipped tail uncoiled behind him, fluttering. It slid against the skin of her thigh before looping like a snake, hooking her knee and drawing it higher, tilting her open for him completely.

He used his own weight and leverage to pin Robin, one hand taking liberty to cup her ass, controlling the angle, driving himself deeper. The physical effort was exhilarating, a stark contrast to his usual lazy, pillow-prince style.

“That’s it” he growled, a feral, dirty rasp as his polished control began to fray. Forked tongue flicked briefly over his lips, tasting his own hunger.  

“Be a good girl now and take every inch of me, mm?” He thrust forward in one brutal push, burying his cock to the hilt, ribbed, leaking cock no longer gently accommodating itself. His hips slammed into her with a violence that was almost worshipful.  

He was devouring her, fucking her like a beast, aiming to pound every coherent thought from her head until the only reality left was his cock splitting her open, filling her, claiming her from the inside out. 

Just as his nature dictated.